New York Writer

Why We Need a Little Oversharing

My name is Kimberly and I am an occasional oversharer. When I read Elizabeth Bernstein’s article, “Thank You for Not Sharing,” in The Wall Street Journal, I immediately recognized my own behavior. Sometimes I say too much, often out of nervousness. I was so anxious during my college orientation that my roommate got a deer-in-headlights look whenever I saw her for the next four years. Was it something I said?

Oversharing is considered crass or déclassé in some circles. Victorian-era tradition dictated that a lady’s name should only appear in the newspaper three times: upon her birth, marriage and death. I can only assume that having a blog plus a Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and Pinterest account would have been frowned upon.